and how much darkness is behind
the light colors everything we do
that it has such presence
in my forgetful living room
with all the old furniture of intimacy
gathering dust and luster
like the tragic view of life
which for you is second nature
while in me the genius of the gods
inspires such confidence
I grow lazier and lazier
though it’s really the patience
of plant-life I sense inside
perpetually pregnant with bloom
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